Stars have created
death...and they agree to give you a chance.
Now listen to your dirty soul...because my favorite dream is to see you
die.

Auteur : Hellhaz

Lost
Spectral Delight

Knife consumes the
flesh of burning hopes
and desillusions are bleeding in life's circles.
Crushed by the spectral blade,
lost through freezing possessions.
Who is the pure temple god ?

Illusions are the
sickness of
human alienation among time.
Lost and consume forever to
contemplate the pathetic desolation.
I'm their spectral delight's god.

When knife penetrates
in opened hearts.
Deep old freezing possession will receive
their lunatic cold salvation.
Until the travel between knife and scars.
No lights can hurt the spectral temple anymore.

Lost forever through
reality.
Delight this human hope,
is a scar through oblivion.
I'm the thorns of sanity.